Olga nodded, agreeing with Lulunaka's words. "Indeed, you don't have any foundation at all. Rather than theory, it's better to actually experience what it's like to hold a sword."
Olga handed the cross-shaped sword back to Julius, letting him hold the sword with one hand and raise his arm. The cross-shaped sword and his arm were connected in a straight line, the tip of the sword pointing forward.
This action was exactly the same as what Olga had just done, but when it was done by Julius, it lacked momentum and looked like a child imitating an adult.
When Olga let go of his hand, Julius' arm couldn't hold on for more than a few seconds. His hand fell down, and the sword drew a semicircle and pointed to the ground again.
Olga didn't say anything about this. At least Julius didn't let the sword fall out of his hand, so it wasn't too embarrassing.
"Only by maintaining that posture and action can you have a chance to kill. Otherwise, everything is just a fantasy – because you're already dead," Olga said.
Julius looked up at the tall old man. "That posture of holding the sword just now, can it really be used in battle … It feels so strange."
"It feels strange because you don't have the strength to hold this sword, and you don't have the ability to fight in that posture," Olga continued. "This sword isn't used to slash the enemy, it's a waste.
You don't want to treat your first sword like this, right?
And it's such a practical and beautiful sword. "
Olga grabbed Julius' hand and let him hold the sword horizontally. He held Julius' arm with his left hand, and put his right hand on the sword, using his fingertips to stroke the sword.
The silver cross-shaped sword's body was a little cold, like touching a piece of ice.
There were small and dense patterns on the sword, which made the sword look more beautiful when it was forged and hammered.
"This is a good sword, you have to cherish it."
Julius nodded.
At this time, the original owner of the cross sword, Padding Edgar, was sitting in the carriage at the back of the convoy, watching all this silently.
Lulunaka interjected again, "The blade is slender, a little narrower than the average longsword, but the blade is thick and bulges in the middle, making the whole sword flattened in the shape of a rhombus, so it doesn't look weak despite its slender appearance. As for the decorations of the church, let's not talk about it. It doesn't affect the lethality of this sword. Rather than calling it a sword, it's better to call it an awl in the shape of a longsword. Not to mention piercing a human body, it can even pierce through armor easily. Of course, you don't have the ability to do that, Julius.
If you have the same realm as Mr. Edgar, even if you use this kind of long sword, you can also fight by slashing and slashing. "
Lulunaka was telling the truth, and Julius could not refute her. He could only focus on the sword in his hand.
But even if he focused all his energy and strength on the sword, he could not maintain it for long. When Olga's hand let go, the sword quickly returned to its original position.
Just by doing this action, his arm was already trembling.
"You don't have enough strength. I thought you were a child who could bear hardships."
Lulunaka laughed, "But it can't be helped. A child who doesn't have enough to eat, it's already a luxury to have the strength to live. You can't be so anxious …" Her last words sounded like she was talking to herself, not to Julius.
Julius repeated the action that Olga taught him several times, but he could not maintain it for long each time.
Olga then just watched from the side, occasionally saying what was wrong with Julius's action, or if there was no other way, helping to correct it.
Lulunaka looked at the interaction between the old and the young, but her hands did not stop moving. The black gavel lightly hit the mortar, or pressed the gavel at the bottom of the mortar, and rotated and ground it in a clockwise direction. "Compared to teaching him how to use a sword, it's probably more important to solve the problem of his weak body caused by malnutrition first … But there's no hurry. After all, you can't get fat in one bite."
"What are you doing, Lulunaka?" At this time, Romuona looked up at Lulunaka and asked with a little curiosity.
"What am I doing?" Lulunaka replied, looking down at Romuona, "Doing my job.
Although my alchemy cauldron is not with me now, I still have one or two things that I can use to make something interesting to pass the time. "
The things that Lulunaka was talking about were probably the black gavel and pure white mortar in her hands.
These two things did not take up much space, and they were small and exquisite, so they would not be a hindrance. However, Romuona had a feeling that Lulunaka was not carrying just these few things with her.
It was as if she had an endless bag of things, and as long as she was willing, she could take out anything.
Romuona noticed that Lulunaka always carried a basket with her. It was always filled with flowers that seemed like they would never wither and die. On the surface, there seemed to be nothing else, and it should not be able to stuff more things in it.
However, Lulunaka was able to take out the Screaming Lady, which could make people's faces change drastically and make their eardrums and brains tremble. She also vaguely indicated that she had more of such bombs. Since then, Lulunaka did not take out anything like the Screaming Lady.
Was it because there was no need, or was it because she only had one bomb like this?
Romuona did not know, and she did not have any bad thoughts or evil intentions in her heart.
She just felt that Lulunaka had a mysterious aura, but it made people care about her.
Or it could be said that it made people care about her — it was like being fascinated by her.
"What do you mean by interesting things?" Romuiona continued to ask Lurunaka, as if she were a student.
Lulunaka replied, "It's a bit hard to say … What I find interesting, you may not find interesting; what you find interesting, I may not find boring … For me, the joy of being an alchemist is to process the materials in my hands into interesting and useful props through my own hands. But for you, or for others, it's not necessarily so. The process is still quite boring, and many processes need to be repeated until the impurities in the materials are exposed.
When you look at me, do you think you can experience fun from it?
If you can, maybe I can also have an alchemy apprentice. "
Was this the devil's temptation, or an invitation from a friend?
Romuona did not know.
She hesitated for a while, wondering whether Lulunaka was serious or joking. But no matter what Lulunaka thought, Romuona did not have much choice.
"I don't think I'm suitable for alchemy … Whether it's interest or talent, there seems to be no reason for me to learn alchemy."
Romuona's refusal did not make Lulunaka look disappointed, as if she had already known that Romuona would answer like this. She nodded and said, "That's true. If you have no interest and talent in this area, if you're forced to learn this, you can only be a craftsman at most … That's conflicting with my philosophy.
So it's better not to learn. "
Lulunaka looked at Romuona with a bright smile on her face. "Although you're in such a situation, even so, you still have something you want to do, right?"
Romuona was speechless.
After experiencing the crisis of life and death, now she had no one else to rely on except for Olga.
The so-called relatives of Mullenin's family were not relatives, but some enemies of the same bloodline. Even her biological father had never looked at her more than a few times, and even put her on the altar of conspiracy as a sacrifice.
Now, she did not even have a clue where to go in the future and what to plan to do. How could she have the mood and spare energy to think about what she could do and what she wanted to do?
Lulunaka did not mind Romuona's silence. "It's a bit difficult for you to think about this now. It's more difficult than letting the boy named Julius know how to use a weapon immediately.
But you don't have to worry. With Master Olga by your side, there will always be time and opportunity for you to think. "
At this time, Julius finally could not hold on and stabbed the sword into the ground.
His arms were trembling badly, and coupled with his panting appearance, there was no need to think too much about it. He must have forced himself to do it, and then he became like this.
If it were not for Olga stopping him, he would probably only stop if he sprained his arm.
"Your foundation is too poor." Olga said, "And you have no strength."
"I can also do farm work …" Julius said while panting.
Olga shook his head, "This strength is only enough for you to survive as a farmer. If you want to survive as a warrior, it's far from enough.
Take your time, what you need now is nutrition, not theory and practice. "
"Let him learn how to hold a sword first."
Lulunaka laughed, "In terms of nutrition, he doesn't need to worry about it in the future. I'm only worried that in the future he will only be a barbarian with strength. In that case, other than cooking him, I can't think of any other use."
Lulunaka seemed to be a little concerned about the fact that she was regarded as a witch by Julius. At this time, she did not forget to tease him.
Julius understood that he had eaten Lulunaka's food, and Olga personally came to teach him, thanks to Lulunaka's words, so he did not dare to bicker with Lulunaka.
But whether he still regarded Lulunaka as a witch or something, only he knew.
While panting, Julius asked Olga a question, "Can I become a person like you?"
Olga understood Julius's words. He wanted to be a warrior like Olga and Padding.
But this question stumped Olga. Olga did not know how to answer for a while.
At this time, the one who answered Julius was Lulunaka. "No, you can't."
She said bluntly, without any hesitation, "Now there is a set of standards to assess the strength between warriors. There are four levels.
Civilians are wood, soldiers and mercenaries are bronze, that big guy is black iron, and Master Olga and Mr. Edgar are silver. "
The big guy that Lulunaka was talking about, except for the dead mercenary leader Griss, there was no one else.
"A simple and easy to understand division of levels.
As for you … Now you're worse than a piece of wood, just a rotten piece of wood. "